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Its 2 am, cigarette loosely hangs from your bottom lip and hands are dug in jacket pocket. The stars aren't out, they're never out in the city, of course. You’re the only one awake, everyone else is asleep, peacefully dreaming. Its Tuesday, of course. You come to the agreement that life is crazy, just like last night, and the night before. Though its different tonight, of course.
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